"That's — somewhat beside the point, but yes." She can meet his gaze unflinchingly, though the soft quirking at the corners of her mouth might belie any attempts she makes to maintain more neutrality about this subject in particular. "I would."
It does mollify her somewhat to hear that he would be thoroughly disturbed by even so much as the thought of causing harm to her — but she also cannot necessarily guarantee that whoever he's agreed to let into his subconscious won't have inadvertently probed into the parts of his mind that won't have any control over his dreaming state.
"It would hardly be ideal from my perspective either," she replies, "but the sooner we can verify some solutions to circumvent any negative effects on your unconscious mind, the sooner we won't be plagued by any notion of worst-case scenarios."
"And I enjoy a good challenge, so I see no reason not to lean into the thrill of it, if we are going to be doing this experiment regardless." A little bit of play while they work seems rather in keeping with the desires of this city. They may as well get some quota sorted for themselves while they are at it.
"She sooner we can rest safely," he agrees, "The better. Though, it has gotten fairly late tonight so I understand if you wish to postpone starting until the morning. I can sit awake for the rest of this evening."
She very nearly asks him whether or not he is certain he wants to be languishing awake that long, but then she quickly remembers that requires very little sleep if any at all — it will be a greater test of whatever restraints she can enchant for him once he is starting to reach the limits of his endurance and finds himself actually requiring that rest. More than that, she will not be at her most effective unless she has gotten a sufficient amount of sleep tonight, so his suggestion to her doesn't go unacknowledged.
"Then we'll begin tomorrow," she replies, settling on the decision with an agreeing nod, and gently rises from her seat on the sofa with the hem of her robe dropping to swirl around her ankles in the process of movement.
"In your bedchamber might be best. I'll need to determine whether I need to strengthen the headboard as well as the potential bindings that will be in use."
"Good." He's thankful she didn't argue with him. But she's intelligent and practical. That, really, is part of the reason why he will even trust to go this far with her. He'd never let some half-wit attempt this.
He'd thought to stand with her, but he's a little taken aback at watching her robe drop to the floor. Not at all displeased, just surprised. He recovers from it with a quick glance over her, and then stands to lead the way to his bedchamber. If he turns a little quicker than normal, it's definitely not because, freshly fed as he is, he finds himself capable of blushing. (Yes it is.)
"Yes. I think that will be best. Thankfully, someone thought to make the headboard out of wrought iron, but even that is not going to stop me at my most violent. It will need shoring up."
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It does mollify her somewhat to hear that he would be thoroughly disturbed by even so much as the thought of causing harm to her — but she also cannot necessarily guarantee that whoever he's agreed to let into his subconscious won't have inadvertently probed into the parts of his mind that won't have any control over his dreaming state.
"It would hardly be ideal from my perspective either," she replies, "but the sooner we can verify some solutions to circumvent any negative effects on your unconscious mind, the sooner we won't be plagued by any notion of worst-case scenarios."
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"She sooner we can rest safely," he agrees, "The better. Though, it has gotten fairly late tonight so I understand if you wish to postpone starting until the morning. I can sit awake for the rest of this evening."
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"Then we'll begin tomorrow," she replies, settling on the decision with an agreeing nod, and gently rises from her seat on the sofa with the hem of her robe dropping to swirl around her ankles in the process of movement.
"In your bedchamber might be best. I'll need to determine whether I need to strengthen the headboard as well as the potential bindings that will be in use."
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He'd thought to stand with her, but he's a little taken aback at watching her robe drop to the floor. Not at all displeased, just surprised. He recovers from it with a quick glance over her, and then stands to lead the way to his bedchamber. If he turns a little quicker than normal, it's definitely not because, freshly fed as he is, he finds himself capable of blushing. (Yes it is.)
"Yes. I think that will be best. Thankfully, someone thought to make the headboard out of wrought iron, but even that is not going to stop me at my most violent. It will need shoring up."